He Leaned Close, Rubbing His Bearded Cheek

You Are My Courage, As I Am Your Conscience," He Whispered. "you Are My Heart---and I Your Compassion. We Are Neither Of Us Whole, Alone. Do Ye Not Know That, Sassenach?

...well, If Women's Work Was Never Done, Why Trouble About How Much Of It Wasn't Being Accomplished At Any Given Moment?

D'ye Think I Don't Know?" He Asked Softly. "it's Me That Has The Easy Part Now. For If Ye Feel For Me As I Do For You-then I'm Asking You To Tear Out Your Heart And Live Without It.

I Have Lived Through War, And Lost Much. I Know What's Worth The Fight, And What Is Not. Honor And Courage Are Matters Of The Bone, And What A Man Will Kill For, He Will Sometimes Die For, Too. And That, O Kinsman, Is Why A Woman Has Broad Hips; That Bony Basin Will Harbor A Man And His Child Alike. A Man's Life Springs From His Woman's Bones, And In Her Blood Is His Honor Christened. For The Sake Of Love Alone, I Would Walk Through Fire Again.

I'm Afraid That My Wife Picked Up A Number Of Colorful Expressions From The Yanks And Such, Frank Offered, With A Nervous Smile. True, I Said, Gritting My Teeth As I Wrapped A Water-soaked Napkin About My Hand. Men Tend To Be Very Colorful When You're Picking Shrapnel Out Of Them.